There was only the heat of the sunset, the rhythm of their breathing, and the way her lips parted slightly beneath his.
Fu Jingrong tilted his head, deepening the kiss further, slow and consuming. It was not hurried, not reckless. It was the kind of kiss that spoke of longing that had been patiently restrained. Of days spent holding back. Of nights spent simply holding her close instead of crossing invisible lines.
But tonight—
Tonight the air felt different.
Hua Jing felt warmth spread from her chest all the way to her fingertips. Every brush of his lips sent a shiver through her spine. Her playful intent had long since dissolved, replaced by something far more intoxicating.
They broke apart briefly, foreheads resting against each other, breaths mingling.
Her cheeks were flushed.
His eyes were darker.
"Dangerous," he murmured softly.
She smiled faintly. "You caught me."
"I always will."
